My Husband Faked His Death to Make Me Take the Fall, So I Divorced Him

The night she got word of Matthew Heath's death yet again, Edith Butler walked into a nightclub and ordered ten male models.

As they crowded into her arms one after another, her mother-in-law stormed in and slapped her across the face, spitting that she had no heart.

Edith turned around and dragged the daughter the Heaths had adopted up onto the rooftop.

She smiled into the livestream camera, wild and reckless. "Matthew, I know you're not dead. You have one hour to crawl out here, or I'll push her off!"

The minutes bled away. An hour later, Matthew still hadn't shown.